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Episode 4: Victory Chapter 16: She Begins To Wonder
"You are still convinced we have lost our pray?" questioned Anthony. He offered his hand to help her cross over the tree branch. Naomi gave him a glare. "I am only convinced that deer prefer the end of the forest." she spoke, lifting her dress to cross over herself. Anthony was left staring at her bare leg. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the spot she once was. He didn't know how one could be so perfect, so smooth, so silky, so shiny. "It is much too open out here." continued the Sharma girl with a smile. "yes, well.." Anthony stumbled on his words.
"perhaps you are right, but we should still carry on." Anthony said, brushing the situation to the side. "Certainly deer aren't in one spot. There could be other deer on other paths. They do not always--" he stopped himself once not smelling her behind him. He didn't know why her scent was the first thing he realized was gone. She smelt of Jasmine's, lilies, the sorts. It was the smell he couldn't get out of his mind. "Miss Naomi Sharma?" he called yet there was no response.
Naomi hadgone off on her own seeing that the men weren't down for a real hunt. She was on her kneels when Anthony had found her. "Miss No--" he was cut off. "Get down." she urged. "Are you quite serious?" he questioned. "You cannot just go off with your gun like that." he spoke. "You know your maid is having quite the time." he said sarcastically. She was tired of his meddling, "Would you be quiet?" she questioned. "It is rather like you, leaving everyone behind." Anthony said. This was what the girl thought about at night. How someone as irritating as his still landed in her thoughts, her dreams, her mind.
"No one wishes to hear what you think you know about me." Naomi told him. "I think I'd know a lot." Anthony spoke. "You would not. We are discordant." Naomi said. "From the moment I saw you riding alone at the park, it was obvious the rules are meaningless to you." Anthony said. Naomi softly slammed the gun on the branch, turning to face him. "Rules? Meaningless to me?" she scoffed. "I am a lady, I am constantly under rules. If my mama knew I rode, if she knew I went here--Do not start to speak rules with me." Naomi snapped.
"Perhaps if you weren't out in the morning...We wouldn't be in such a difficult situation right now." Anthony said. "And that situation is?" Naomi questioned. "The other morning." he stuttered. "When I was stung?" she asked. "When you put my hand on your bosom." Anthony said. Naomi could not laugh. "To show you I was unharmed, you were overcome." Naomi said, tilting her head and squinting her eyes. "Indeed I was not." Anthony disagreed.
"You than looked at me." she argued. "You looked at me!" Anthony exclaimed. "Not in the same way you looked at me." she disagreed. "And now it's stuck in my head." she mumbled a groan. "How exactly did I look at you?" he questioned. She turned to face him once more only to find him already looking at her. His stare soon turned into the one she couldn't get her mind off of. She exhaled only for rustling to be heard in the bushes.
"There is something there." she spoke, positioning her gun. "It'll signify little if you mean to hold your gun that way." Anthony spoke. "What way?" she asked. "I know how to hold a gun." she continued. "Evidently not an British one." Anthony told her. She exhaled, exhausted. "You have to.." he paused, moving towards her side. "I require no instruction." she disagreed. "here." he offered, "just hold it." he continued, moving her arm. "Like this." he spoke. His finger grazed her finger as they held onto the trigger together. That hold soon turned into him turning to her neck, that jasmine smell plaguing him in all the ways he wish it didn't. Naomi narrowed her eyes down, trying to ignore the sensation she felt.
She looked anywhere but him. His breath was on her air causing a light blush to spread cross her face. She took a deep breath which turned into two which turned into three. He leaned in closer, her heat on his. That was until commotion was heard and they quickly spilt apart.
Valerie Speaks !!
bcs wtf I decided to edit this, i start writting this chapter at 11 or smth and it turns out bomb 😰 I might just edit all the other chapters to be more like this tbh 🤷🏽♀️
